Personification Life

[Dabfia]

"Yo guys, I haven't slept in over a week so I'm going to need to sleep for a while. Don't finish the war without me!"

*Radio's* no promises

[Bone Fort]

why dont we just nuke them?i mean come on.some of you guys have military ties in your nation!

Bones voice comes in over the radio.

"Why destroy the city, you ask? Well, isn't the point of all this to save it? So why turn it into a radioactive pile of ash? Besides, we don't really need them.... Also, I get the distinct feeling Swith is about to sneak into my apartment. Swith, I know we're friends, but if you do that we'll have to track you down and kill you in an incredibly painful way."

[Monfrox]

Shall Defend (it's time to bring on the hurt with my own epic music)
Monfrox and her team jumped out onto the roof at the next pass. She grabbed her phone and quickly dialed the number. "Hello? Yeah, it's me again! We need more than just the police! .....oh, you're sending them? Alright then, thanks!" She hung up. "Air superiority is on it's way!" She called out. And she was right, as Sturmgeist had everything put on standby just in case. Within minutes, six AH-64D Apache Longbow gunships screamed over her. They roared towards the advancing army.

Monfrox looked just in time to see them fire their hydra rockets and come around for a gun sweep before heading to come in at their own discretion. A voice came over the radio. "This is Razor One at 6 o'clock high, moving to hit the target, standby for danger close over." Six F-15 Strike Eagles shot down through the chaos and strafed targets with their guns. By this time, the Apache's were back and had shot Hellfires towards the crowd. Things had taken a turn for the worse for the opposing army, as the air support tore them to shreds.

Monfrox shouted as she threw her fist up in the air. This was what her people were made of. No retreat, no surrender, no defeat. They were the toughest out of a lot of the nations in the world and had proved it over and over, time and time again. Now, the helos and jets had broken off as the fighters began to take on air targets while the gunships smoked ground forces. Monfrox could cry a tear of joy at the sight before her, but she couldn't afford it now as she and the rest of the police force were working to keep the soldiers that were already at the doors out of the apartment, and handling the situation rather effectively.

[Lancearc]

Takint this distraction opportunity--as the men they were fighting we're either dead or shifting their attention to the others--the Lancearcic calvalry had made their way all the way to the command post of the enemy. They rode in nearly I opposed, slaughtering easily those that attempted to fight back. However, they were here for one man.

The king held a large halberd towards his son, the prince charging atop his steed. The halberd required little effort to be effective in disabling the horse, the prince rolling to the ground and hopping up quickly. He charged again, raising his heavy saber. The king only had time to raise the wooden shaft of the halberd, which snapped under the weight and cutting power of the saber. In another fluid motion, Prince Lance had scored a good strike at his legs, leaving the king a deep gash. The king fell, and several more soldiers joined the prince in surrounding him. The king spoke coldly.

"So boy, you've finally done it? Repaid the debt for your old scars? You're no king, just by ridding the world if me, you gutless coward. These peasants would very well kill you as quickly as me, this you know."

One of the soldiers struck him before speaking.

"QUIET! You are before the judgement of Lance Souza, our true Holy King!"

The Prince's judgement was swift and satisfying. Soon, his fatger's head, the head of the tyrants,case rolling at his feet, severed by his blade.

[Tsuyoi Tekikoku]

why dont we just nuke them?i mean come on.some of you guys have military ties in your nation!

Bones voice comes in over the radio.

"Why destroy the city, you ask? Well, isn't the point of all this to save it? So why turn it into a radioactive pile of ash? Besides, we don't really need them.... Also, I get the distinct feeling Swith is about to sneak into my apartment. Swith, I know we're friends, but if you do that we'll have to track you down and kill you in an incredibly painful way."

lol?

[Dabfia]

*Dabfia stood at the battle plans*
Alright here's what we do i want Space cruiser Vaidega to the left of this flagship and The ship New hope to the right and put the rest in a pincer around us while doing so i want all guns firing got it?
*Other guy*
Yes sir!

[Swith Witherward]

Bones voice comes in over the radio.

"Why destroy the city, you ask? Well, isn't the point of all this to save it? So why turn it into a radioactive pile of ash? Besides, we don't really need them.... Also, I get the distinct feeling Swith is about to sneak into my apartment. Swith, I know we're friends, but if you do that we'll have to track you down and kill you in an incredibly painful way."

Swith grins to herself. "Mmmhmmm well, you're not exactly here, and I'm not up there, and there's a massive hole over there... but really, if I wanted to steal your DNA, I'd just sleep with you."

[Monfrox]

Meanwhile, inside the apartment....

Inside, and get to Work
"You're got more on the right!" "I see 'em, I see 'em!" "There, THERE!" "Fuck, I'm hit!" "Medic!" "Open fire, open fire!" "They just keep coming!" "Where's that goddamn support!" "Keep them back!" Shouts of all kinds filled the lower floor of the apartment as Security Forces and Police alike kept firing on the advancing soldiers. Those that fell, were carried out to make room for more able bodies on both sides of the fronts. No one knew for sure just how many were left to each faction, but they didn't stop. A Police Operator laid down in the middle of the hallway with his hand holding his head up and fired his .357 magnum revolver down the halls.

Trouble in Close Quarters
Soon enough, the police had been pushed back to the next hallway. Three policemen broke into Bone's room to get out of the firefight, leaning around the corner and firing off rounds every once in a while. "They're getting closer!" "Hold them off, we can't let them break through!" "AAAAAAAGGHH!" "TWO'S DOWN! JESUS CHIRST!" "Get a hold of yourself, five! We have to push through!" "Keep up the fire, and don't let those assholes get too close!" Policemen had to aim over their partners shoulder to get the maximum amount of fire down range. Despite this, it was still a giant tug of war.

[Swith Witherward]

"Holy shit," Swith said, not realizing there were ground forces swarming the place (she'd recently updated Angry Birds and was engrossed with playing on her iPhone). Shoving the phone in her pocket, she fumbled with the jar of capsules and took out handful. These she threw towards the invaders. They rattled on the ground at enemy feet and Swith opened fire with the water pistol. In less than a second, the capsules burst open with broiling force, vomiting out mutated 10" long knockout mice.

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They were able to regenerate entire bodies from one teensy torn off part. Their size and mass doubled with each regeneration as the enemies tore into them, and the unfortunate foes in front of them were soon enveloped in a putrescent mass of macabre annihilation. Swith planned to be well out of there before Final Stage... critical mass.

[Bone Fort]

Swith grins to herself. "Mmmhmmm well, you're not exactly here, and I'm not up there, and there's a massive hole over there... but really, if I wanted to steal your DNA, I'd just sleep with you."

"Ha! Good luck with that! Everyone knows clones are sterile!"
"Bones, for the last time, we are not clones!"
"Shut it, Totenkopf. How else do you explain us waking up in the apartment right before everyone arrived, with no memory and only vague ideas of who we are?"
"It's obviously amnesia," says Totenkopf.
"My money's on alien abduction," says Herr Doktor.
"Government conspiracy," says Conrad.
"We got really drunk," says another.
"Swamp gas."
"Had to have been the Men In Black."
"Nope, definitely clones. Now get back to killing!"

They continue their rampage through the enemy ground forces.

[The New Velociraptor Empire]

"Holy shit," Swith said, not realizing there were ground forces swarming the place (she'd recently updated Angry Birds and was engrossed with playing on her iPhone). Shoving the phone in her pocket, she fumbled with the jar of capsules and took out handful. These she threw towards the invaders. They rattled on the ground at enemy feet and Swith opened fire with the water pistol. In less than a second, the capsules burst open with broiling force, vomiting out mutated 10" long knockout mice.

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They were able to regenerate entire bodies from one teensy torn off part. Their size and mass doubled with each regeneration as the enemies tore into them, and the unfortunate foes in front of them were soon enveloped in a putrescent mass of macabre annihilation. Swith planned to be well out of there before Final Stage... critical mass.

"Nice going dollface." Said a clone wearing a black peaked cap and trenchcoat, that smoked a cigar. "Let me show you one of mine. RELEASE THE SQUIRRELS!"
*a flood of squirrels rush out of the apartment building and jump on enemy troops before exploding*

[Swith Witherward]

"Nice going dollface." Said a clone wearing a black peaked cap and trenchcoat, that smoked a cigar. "Let me show you one of mine. RELEASE THE SQUIRRELS!"
*a flood of squirrels rush out of the apartment building and jump on enemy troops before exploding*

Swith nodded in approval and then said, "wait."

The mass of mutated knockout mice was now a seething carpet blanketing the enemy. It shivered suddenly, seeming to drawn itself in. The various mousey squeaks and squeals began to coalesce into harmony, emanating the strains of an old children's song...

"Hickory, dickory dock"...

Swith reached up and put a hand on the clone's hat, slowly forcing them both to the ground as the mass' song picked up tempo.

"The mouse ran up the clock"...

Swith pulled two sets of odd glasses out of her jacket, handing the clone one. "Theoretically," Swith said as she slipped them on, "they should have arranged themselves so the blast is shaped outward from the building. The ones inside will just flare up a little, of course. You can tell because they're using their indoor voices."

"The clock struck One..."

She looked at her watch.

[Malshan]

Van looked around at the swirling chaos surrounding the apartment. "For the love of god, I came here to get AWAY from clan disputes. And now I come here to find that some OTHER bastards have decided to screw with this place?"

[Monfrox]

Casualties
By now, things were at the height of the battle indoors. The Froxian police were doing their absolute damnedest to keep the enemy out, but it was a stalemate. One policeman was struck. His riot shield on his helmet shattered as he was flung into one of the rooms. He twisted and screamed, but his screams were muffled as he had his hands over his face. Blood ran down his fingers. "I CAN'T SEE! I CAN'T FUCKING SEE!" He shouted. "We gotta keep moving, sir!" "No! The residents are just beyond this hallway. We fall back now, we can't defend them." "Sir, it's a fucking bloodbath!" "Hold on, and keep them out!" The injured policeman jerked and twisted violently on the ground as he continued to scream.

[Dabfia]

WOOHOO THAT WAS THE LAST ONE!
*Radio's monfrox*
Space is clear were done up here

[Bone Fort]

Casualties
By now, things were at the height of the battle indoors. The Froxian police were doing their absolute damnedest to keep the enemy out, but it was a stalemate. One policeman was struck. His riot shield on his helmet shattered as he was flung into one of the rooms. He twisted and screamed, but his screams were muffled as he had his hands over his face. Blood ran down his fingers. "I CAN'T SEE! I CAN'T FUCKING SEE!" He shouted. "We gotta keep moving, sir!" "No! The residents are just beyond this hallway. We fall back now, we can't defend them." "Sir, it's a fucking bloodbath!" "Hold on, and keep them out!" The injured policeman jerked and twisted violently on the ground as he continued to scream.

"Hey, looks like the apartment is getting overrun."
"What? Damn, we're too far away, all the way over here... contact Suicide Scott, tell him to let loose the cannon fodder."

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A door opens and a stream of soldiers pours out, cutting into the enemies attacking the Monofoxians. The apparent leaders of the group walk up to Monofox.

"Don't worry we got it here, you guys go regroup and guard the rest of the apartment, you've taken quite a beating and it's too hot over here. We can take a beating, no problem, they're all expendable. Go recover, try to save your wounded, we got this."

As if on cue, a heavy weapons team sets up behind him and opens fire.

[Dabfia]

*Lands on apartment VIA terminator ship*
Oh look were being overrun, i told them we should use my ion cannon but no they wouldn't let me

[Monfrox]

Casualties
By now, things were at the height of the battle indoors. The Froxian police were doing their absolute damnedest to keep the enemy out, but it was a stalemate. One policeman was struck. His riot shield on his helmet shattered as he was flung into one of the rooms. He twisted and screamed, but his screams were muffled as he had his hands over his face. Blood ran down his fingers. "I CAN'T SEE! I CAN'T FUCKING SEE!" He shouted. "We gotta keep moving, sir!" "No! The residents are just beyond this hallway. We fall back now, we can't defend them." "Sir, it's a fucking bloodbath!" "Hold on, and keep them out!" The injured policeman jerked and twisted violently on the ground as he continued to scream.

"Hey, looks like the apartment is getting overrun."
"What? Damn, we're too far away, all the way over here... contact Suicide Scott, tell him to let loose the cannon fodder."

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A door opens and a stream of soldiers pours out, cutting into the enemies attacking the Monofoxians. The apparent leader of the group walks up to Monofox, flanked by a squad.

"Don't worry we got it here, you guys go regroup and guard the rest of the apartment, you've taken quite a beating and it's too hot over here. We can take a beating, no problem, they're all expendable. Go recover, try to save your wounded, we got this."

As if on cue, a heavy weapons team sets up behind him and opens fire.

"No, this is our fight too, and I will see it to the end." She said as she hefted her rifle up to her hip with her strap around the shoulder. She fired three rounds down the hall and almost blew the wall apart as bodies cluttered around. But they just kept coming. One of the Security members took his Pulse Rifle and fired a grenade from it, splattering the walls, floor, and ceiling with blood and gore. Monfrox set the speakers on her iHome up to play one of her songs as the battle continued. The police had were only holding the position, no they might be able to push back.

[Dabfia]

*Walks down from the roof and hears fighting in the floors below*
They better not have got to my gun cabinet otherwise Monfrox and her swat soldiers are screwed oh wait i have no ammo for those special guns i have so their fine

[Bone Fort]

"No, this is our fight too, and I will see it to the end." She said as she hefted her rifle up to her hip with her strap around the shoulder. She fired three rounds down the hall and almost blew the wall apart as bodies cluttered around. But they just kept coming. One of the Security members took his Pulse Rifle and fired a grenade from it, splattering the walls, floor, and ceiling with blood and gore. Monfrox set the speakers on her iHome up to play one of her songs as the battle continued. The police had were only holding the position, no they might be able to push back.

"Jeez calm down, I was only suggesting you take a quick breather, maybe save your wounded," He points to a screaming policeman twitching on the ground, bloody hands on his face, "If your worried about my guys dying, don't be, with the exception of me and my squad here, the Dead Men Walking, they're all just mindless cultist-clone things Dok cooked up to attack as cannon fodder, completely expendable.... Whatever, do what you want, just try not to shoot me or my guys, it's gonna get crowded down there."

With that, he turned away and left. The Dead Men proved their name, leading the charge against the enemy, straight into a hailstorm of bullets. Remarkably, they didn't die (lot of cannon fodder did) and engaged the enemy at close range.

[The BranRiech]

Bran woke up to the sound of laser-cutters attempting to cut through the 5ft thick Titanium door of the Fallout shelter. "Oh no! not my Fallout shelter you bastards!" He grabbed an RPG off of the table, opened the door, and fired. All that was left of the entry team was red paste on the floor and a few dismembered limbs . . .

*Over radio*

"this is the Branriech Spaceborne Assault battalion Shezna-1, we're dropping in from the Vostok. We're going to land on the roof of the building and provide marksmanship cover for our allies inside the building! Cover our approach, the dropships will be nearing your position in 3 minutes!"

[Dabfia]

Bran woke up to the sound of laser-cutters attempting to cut through the 5ft thick Titanium door of the Fallout shelter. "Oh no! not my Fallout shelter you bastards!" He grabbed an RPG off of the table, opened the door, and fired. All that was left of the entry team was red paste on the floor and a few dismembered limbs . . .

*Over radio*

"this is the Branriech Spaceborne Assault battalion Shezna-1, we're dropping in from the Vostok. We're going to land on the roof of the building and provide marksmanship cover for our allies inside the building! Cover our approach, the dropships will be nearing your position in 3 minutes!"

*Radio's him*
I can't get off the fourth floor can you radio my boss on the battle cruiser in space for me tell him to send a space marine unit down here and to land on the roof

[The BranRiech]

Bran woke up to the sound of laser-cutters attempting to cut through the 5ft thick Titanium door of the Fallout shelter. "Oh no! not my Fallout shelter you bastards!" He grabbed an RPG off of the table, opened the door, and fired. All that was left of the entry team was red paste on the floor and a few dismembered limbs . . .

*Over radio*

"this is the Branriech Spaceborne Assault battalion Shezna-1, we're dropping in from the Vostok. We're going to land on the roof of the building and provide marksmanship cover for our allies inside the building! Cover our approach, the dropships will be nearing your position in 3 minutes!"

*Radio's him*
I can't get off the fourth floor can you radio my boss on the battle cruiser in space for me tell him to send a space marine unit down here and to land on the roof

"My guys are already on that! get to the roof and borrow one of their radios!"

[Dabfia]

*Radio's him*
I can't get off the fourth floor can you radio my boss on the battle cruiser in space for me tell him to send a space marine unit down here and to land on the roof

"My guys are already on that! get to the roof and borrow one of their radios!"

*Runs out of closet and on to roof* Alright where did i put my terminator ship? *looks to other side of roof*
There it is *Gets radio on it*
*Radio's ship*
Alright i need a marine unit (6 soldiers) and a sniper and spotter here over

[Monfrox]

"No, this is our fight too, and I will see it to the end." She said as she hefted her rifle up to her hip with her strap around the shoulder. She fired three rounds down the hall and almost blew the wall apart as bodies cluttered around. But they just kept coming. One of the Security members took his Pulse Rifle and fired a grenade from it, splattering the walls, floor, and ceiling with blood and gore. Monfrox set the speakers on her iHome up to play one of her songs as the battle continued. The police had were only holding the position, no they might be able to push back.

"Jeez calm down, I was only suggesting you take a quick breather, maybe save your wounded," He points to a screaming policeman twitching on the ground, bloody hands on his face, "If your worried about my guys dying, don't be, with the exception of me and my squad here, the Dead Men Walking, they're all just mindless cultist-clone things Dok cooked up to attack as cannon fodder, completely expendable.... Whatever, do what you want, just try not to shoot me or my guys, it's gonna get crowded down there."

With that, he turned away and left. The Dead Men proved their name, leading the charge against the enemy, straight into a hailstorm of bullets. Remarkably, they didn't die (lot of cannon fodder did) and engaged the enemy at close range.

Monfrox remembered what her boss told her about the secret police's training. "They do not falter, nor do they move to save an injured in combat. Doing so refocuses attention and can lead to more casualties. Only when the battle is over or when there is a lull in the fighting are they to take the wounded out." She said. She went over to the policeman who was laying on the ground and removed his hands from his face. "You'll be fine, just stay down." "Ye-yes..ma'am..."